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Avi pushed off from the doorframe, yanking his hoodie off and tossing it blindly as he sauntered closer.

He dropped onto the mattress beside Felix, gently carding his fingers through Felix’s hair before turning his head so he could kiss him, sucking his tongue lewdly before pulling back to say, “You look so fucking hot, kitten. Even hotter than in the photo.”

Felix felt his pulse quicken at the compliment. Avi’s compliments still did something to him, affecting both his heart and his dick.

Which was ridiculous. Avi looked at him like he was beautiful every fucking day. Somehow, it still mattered every single time.

But he didn’t tell him that. “You always think I’m hotter when someone else is getting me off.”

“Oh, that’s not true,” Avi said, capturing his mouth in a slower, dirtier kiss. “I think you’re hot regardless of who’s getting you off.”

Felix leaned into Avi’s space, his fingers tracing the scars that formed his name.

The letters were smooth and familiar beneath his fingertips.

Marked for life. Felix’s for life.

He kissed the scar, then sighed when Avi’s lips began to run along the slender column of his neck, biting and sucking at him until he was sure he would be as marked up as Zaney.

Zane.

Felix ran his nails down the back of Avi’s neck. “Zaney’s been so good to me. His mouth feels amazing. Doesn’t he look good on his knees for me?”

Avi smiled, reaching down to pet Zane’s cheek. “He does. You both look so pretty. But you promised me that you would sit on my face. Zaney can keep sucking you off, but I’m afraid you need to relocate to VIP seating.”

Avi used Zane’s hair to tug him off Felix’s cock, chuckling when Zane whined, trying to go back.

Zane really loved sucking dick. And God, he was good at it.

Avi pulled Zane to his feet, shocking a gasp out of him when he pulled him close. Felix’s cock throbbed as he watched his husband lick the wetness from Zane’s chin, then plunge his tongue into his mouth.

The sight punched through Felix, hot and immediate. Avi’s hand tangled in Zane’s curls. Zane melted against him. And Felix could only fucking stare.

Avi groaned, nostrils flaring as he pulled away, practically growling as he said, “You still taste like him.”

Jesus Christ.

Felix was two seconds away from wrapping his palm around his dick and taking care of the problem himself, impossibly overwhelmed by the sight of Avi and Zane touching each other.

Avi stepped back. “Come on, Zaney. Let’s play up here. Get naked.”

Zane gazed longingly at Felix’s cock, making a sad little squeak like someone was holding his favorite toy just out of reach.

Avi’s head jerked back to Zane at the sound. He pinched his chin, forcing his gaze upward.

Avi clearly liked the noise.

Felix’s husband was—at his core—a predator, and Zane couldn’t help but make himself prey.

“You make such pretty noises,” Avi said absently. “Makes me want to do things to you.”

Felix’s pulse kicked harder. He wasn’t going to last ten more seconds if he had to watch his husband and best friend make out again. He was too horny for this. He’d passed the point of no return.

“Do things to me first,” Felix said, yanking Avi’s head toward him with a pout.

They both undressed at lightning speed. When Avi was naked, he hooked a finger through one of the delicate gold chains around Felix’s neck. The chain tightened lightly against Felix’s nape as Avi drew him closer.

“Fuck, kitten. You look good enough to eat.”